"Well, what are you going to do about it?" What *can* I do? Charlene shouldn't be
asking such questions. I'd just confided to her that my husband Jim could be a
better lover. As you might guess, that was my mild way of saying I wasn't much
satisfied at all.

Well, Charlene and I were old friends, which is why I confided in her, and if I
didn't expect such personal and impossible questions, I shouldn't be bringing up
these things.

"I don't know." "Probably nothing," she responded. After I didn't say any more,
she added, "You'll probably just continue to slide through life unfulfilled. Lots
of women do." I felt inside that she was right. What a depressing thought.  "Or
you can get off your *ass* and *do* something." Charlene can be crude.

"What would I do?" "You've talked to him, right?" "I..., I've tried to." "He
wouldn't listen? Or were you too shy to go through with it?" Charlene always
seemed to know people.

"Uh, some of each, I guess." I knew she was thinking it was mostly that latter.
She was right.

"Well, that's what you can do. You can teach him yourself... or..." I bit: "or
what?" "Or you could have someone else teach him." "Charlene!" She was thinking
Jim should uh, do it with another woman? "It would be *your* decision." she
added. "Charlene, that's out of the question!" "And I suppose you won't choose
that option--but it *is* an option: there are actually professionals who would do
it."

"Prostitutes?" "Well, yes, but how much would he learn? I meant surrogates." "I
couldn't stand it." "Look, you'd be trading some discomfort to your ego now for a
lifetime of the kind of beautiful loving that you crave. And you think *Jim* is
*really satisfied* if you aren't? He could end up fooling around on you behind
your back. Or *leaving* you." Charlene had a way of making such outlandish things
seem logical.

"I couldn't stand it." "No, I guess you couldn't." We sat there not talking for
at least a minute.  Then we talked about a completely different subject. We did
talk about it again a couple of weeks after that when Charlene came to visit me
one Saturday morning. I guess I wasn't in a great mood that morning, and
naturally Charlene picked up on it.

"What's the matter?" "Nothing, really," I answered, noncommittally. "You look
like you have the blahs." Suddenly I saw this conversation getting into sex and I
froze, not even answering her. I didn't want to get into that again. I peeked at
Charlene's face and I *knew* what she was thinking! I wanted to be alone.

"That bad, huh?" she finally said. "No! It isn't bad. I just want... more!"
"Well..." she started but I cut her off. "No way! Besides, how could I go to Jim
and suggest he go to someone?  Where would I find someone? Is that stuff legal?"
Charlene didn't answer, but just sat there patiently.

"I could do it," she finally said. "What!?" My mind raced. She must mean she
could suggest it to him. No!  No! "I could show him. I could make him into a
great lover. You'd have to trust me but I could do it." Was she after him? I knew
that Charlene was much better with men than me. Jim seemed taken with Charlene
and I realized that if she tried hard, she could tempt him behind my back. If she
wanted him, why was she bringing it up with me?

"It's too weird." I answered. "Well, it would be unusual, us being friends and
all, but that has advantages as well as disadvantages. You know you can trust me
and Jim wouldn't be with a strange woman. And I could help you break it to him."

"Yes, but who says I'd be willing to let Jim do it with a... surrogate?" "Well,
you don't *have* to do anything. That's your choice." She left after that. I
couldn't help but think about it. Charlene offering to go to bed with Jim to
teach him to be a good lover!

"What would you do with him?" I guess I was curious enough to bring up the
subject myself the next time we talked.


"Oh, you would have to trust me." "But I couldn't stand it..." "Unfortunately I
think that is the whole idea. You have to assume I'm doing *anything and
everything* with him--assume the worst. And that's what I'd be doing. Well, I'd
be doing lots of things with him including things you'd rather not hear about."

"I couldn't stand it!" "It would be hard on you." I didn't answer. "You'd have to
think about the future, the results of the whole thing." I still didn't answer.

"I could," she want on, "come over tonight and get him." I couldn't believe she
said it but I still didn't say anything. I just stared at her.

"I'll be over at 7" she finally said, and left. I sat there like a statue,
watching her leave. I should have spoken up. Why didn't I?

Jim didn't have a clue except that I was a bundle of nerves all evening. 
Charlene was there at the door, right at 7. She saw Jim's expression and probably
sized up the situation in a half a second. "I need to borrow you," she said to
him immediately. Jim looked at me with questioning eyes. I guess he thought she
had some heavy lifting or something. I looked at him.  It was my chance to put a
stop to this. I gave a little shrug.

A shrug of consent I guess. It was my opportunity to stop it all and I just
shrugged. They left and my heart was in my throat.

I sat and tried to read. Tried to watch TV. Tried to exercise. I couldn't believe
it. I just sat and stared.

The door opened and there was Jim. I'd fallen asleep. He greeted me as if he'd
been out with the boys and headed up for bed. I wondered how he could be like
that. Maybe they hadn't done anything. I lay in bed beside him. I still couldn't
believe this was happening.

Charlene was there in the morning. "What... happened?" I asked. "Oh, remember,
you can't ask any questions!" I didn't quite remember that rule but I couldn't
make my self press the matter. But it sounded like they did it.

"Oh, listen!" she went on, "You have to remind yourself of... the *benefits*.  Of
the *good* coming out of this!" What good? "All this is for *you*."  Actually she
had a point--I was dwelling on my own jealousy when actually this was all for my
benefit. But there was a part of me that just didn't believe it. Soon she was
leaving. After she left I realized she said she'd be by at 7. I paced and then
tried calling her as soon as I thought she was home.

"Charlene! Aren't you done?" "Done? Oh, you mean with Jim. This doesn't happen
instantly, you know." "Charlene!" I think my voice was a whine. "Oh, I'm sorry.
Listen, really... one session really isn't much. You have to understand..." I
didn't answer. She finally said bye and hung up.

I almost went crazy when Jim was gone with her that night. It was 11 when he got
back. He didn't say anything about it and I didn't ask. He just went to bed and I
followed him.

The next day I was talking to Charlene. "How long do you think this is going to
take?"

"Well, it isn't just a night or two," said Charlene. "By the way, how has he
been?"

"We haven't done anything," I answered.

"Well, that's probably best. It's probably best that you don't do anything with
him while he's doing this."

"What are you two doing?" I asked again. "Don't think about that! Listen... I
really have to do *everything* with him... you have to assume the *worst*. But
you don't want to know the details."

After a week of more such nights I was talking to Charlene again. "You haven't
*done* anything with him, have you?" she asked.

"No." "Good; Keep it up. Do you miss it? Him?" "Yes." "Oh, my poor baby.
Frustrated, aren't you?" She made it sound like I was an old maid and I didn't
answer. "It's OK," she went on, "that's to be expected." She paused but I still
didn't speak.

"Do you masturbate?" I couldn't believe she asked it. "No!" She giggled and said
"I won't get a believable answer out of you, will I?  You *should* be
masturbating." I looked at her funny. "Well, you're abstaining aren't you? Look,
when you and Jim get together, it won't work if you've gotten yourself all out of
practice. You *have* to masturbate."

"Charlene, I can't believe we're talking about this!" "I can see you aren't one
to masturbate much." She paused and thought.  "Do it for me now."

"What!? Charlene!" "This is part of the cure. I mean it! I want to see you
masturbate." "Charlene!" "I *mean it*!" She sounded almost as if she were getting
angry. I didn't know how we'd ended up in this situation. "Put your hand up under
your skirt," she said, in a quiet but determined voice. She just watched me and
waited.

My skirt rode up to where it was hardly covering me. "In your panties" she added.
Then, "Now, finger yourself." I couldn't believe this was happening. She just
watched me for a while. I wasn't getting turned on at all--I guess I really
didn't know what I was doing.

"OK, that's enough for today," she finally said. My mind balked at the
implications. I pulled my hand out.

The next day she was back. Jim had been out the previous evening of course. She
didn't come to pick him up anymore--he just walked out.

"OK, take off your skirt," she said. "It'll work better that way," she said after
my sharp look. I didn't move. "Look, I've *got* to make sure you masturbate." We
stared at each other. Finally I took it off.

"Now the panties." I was uncovered. I couldn't believe this. "I don't think you
knew what you were doing," she went on. "I'll try you," and she was in front of
me and her hand was on me! I opened my mouth to speak but her finger was on her
lips, shushing me before I got a word out.  Her fingers were on my vagina,
massaging to and from my clitoris. I still couldn't believe this.

She had me sit and knelt beside me. She concentrated on fingering me. I guess she
knew what she was doing--I couldn't help myself. Soon I was breathing hard... too
hard.

It was my first orgasm, ever. I'd never felt anything like it. Actually I'd liked
sex with Jim despite my lack of orgasms, but this!

She was back the next day. Again she fingered me and I had my second orgasm. And
then every day after that, she was back. She got me to strip completely.
Sometimes she'd vary it: she'd have me stand while she sat.  She'd have me lie on
my bed. She'd have me on my hands and knees and reach between my legs. I was
always nude. She'd massage my rear.  Sometimes she'd open her blouse and let her
breasts hang out. She'd touch my breasts often. She got so she could make me come
just touching my breasts.

She told me I ought to be doing something for her. Jim still went to her every
night and I felt like that was enough. She pointed out that she was helping me
directly and was helping me with my husband. She made me feel I owed her
something.

But I missed it with Jim. I lay beside him every night. I'd loved sex with him
even if it hadn't done everything for me. I wanted him and I knew we could do a
lot more now. But he never did anything with me and I never started anything. I
knew Charlene would decide when.

Charlene told me to kiss her breasts one day, before she made me come.  She
talked me into it. The next day she undressed completely and had me kiss her
stomach. I knelt in front of her. She seemed pleased.

It still bothered me that Jim was always with her. I couldn't help myself.  Those
evenings always had me imagining things. I wanted to know what was going on.
Charlene always told me that everything was going on but that I had to trust her.
It had been weeks since we started all this.

It was too much for me to take. One night I went out for a walk. I walked four
blocks to Charlene's house. I felt so guilty--a part of me knew right where I was
headed. There were lots of lights on in her house. I didn't knock at the door.
The front rooms were quite visible through the windows and no one was there. I
walked around the side of the house and looked in windows.

I had to blink--I couldn't believe my eyes. Jim was there, standing, as if at
attention, nude, with his cock sticking straight out. He was in the middle of
Charlene's family room which was filled with women sitting around talking!
Completely dressed! Not paying any attention to Jim! I stared. After a little
while, a woman got up and walked up to Jim. She put her face up to his and
started kissing him!  He didn't move except for his mouth. She kissed him for
about a minute and then went back and sat down. Jim was as hard as ever.

I left, and walked back. I could no longer remember what I had been expecting.
But this!

I didn't say anything to Charlene when she was over the next day. That night I
walked over to Charlene's again. I looked in the window in the family room. It
was basically the same bunch of women, but no Jim. They were sitting on the couch
and chairs and talking, drinking wine. Two women on the couch had their arms
draped over each others' shoulders.  The looked a little close, but they were
just talking and sipping. Then they leaned together and kissed! I stared. They
kissed for at least two minutes. Then they broke apart. I looked at them some
more. It dawned on me that one of them was a man! Jim! I couldn't believe it,
seeing him made up like a woman like that. I left.

The next day, Charlene pushed my head down toward her vagina. We didn't talk much
anymore when she was over. I kissed close to it. She smiled down at me. I walked
over to her house again that night. Jim was standing naked in the middle of the
room again with all those women. This time, his wrists were tied to a hook in the
ceiling and he was gagged. One of the women was naked. She stood and had a whip
in her hand. She cracked it on Jim's rear. His whole body jerked. I stared. I
watched her whip him about 10 times and then left. It didn't look like she was
about to stop.

Charlene pushed my head right to her vagina. I licked. "Good girl!" she said.
This is what she wanted me to do for her. It is what I had wanted Jim to do for
me. I walked over to her house again that night. Jim and a woman were lying in
the middle of the floor, both naked, in "sixty-nine" position. No one else was
around. It wasn't Charlene. I stared. Somehow it was worse than the other times.
They kept licking but didn't break the position except to roll back and forth a
bit. I left.

Charlene had me kiss her feet. Then when I licked her she grabbed my hair.  When
I got to her house that night and looked in, Jim was there with that same woman.
They were both completely dressed and were slow-dancing close. I couldn't hear
any music, but the window was closed and maybe it was on low.

Charlene came over with another woman and introduced her as Silvia. I recognized
her from Charlene's family room but she wasn't the one dancing with Jim. Charlene
had me strip and then had me lick Silvia.  Silvia seemed to let go as soon as I
licked her--she pushed me over flat on the floor and straddled my face. She
called me nasty names while I licked.  Charlene fingered me while I licked
Silvia. We came at the same time.  That night it was just Charlene and Jim in the
family room. Jim was naked and kneeling in the middle of the room. Charlene was
watching television and seemed to be ignoring him. They didn't move and I didn't
stay long.

Silvia was back with Charlene the next day. Charlene didn't even touch me and
neither of them made me come. Silvia just had me lick her as she sat drinking
iced tea. Then she took a whip out of her purse and had me kiss it. She looped it
once and rubbed the inside of my thighs with it. That night Charlene's family
room was empty--no one was there at all. I walked home, wondering.

The next day Charlene came without Silvia but she took me to Silvia's house.
After I stripped, they put a gag on me, tied my hands to a hook in the ceiling
and Silvia smacked my rear with her hand. She asked me if I was ready for the
whip! She giggled but didn't whip me--just took me down again after leaving me
there for a few minutes. That evening the family room was empty again and later
Jim didn't come home at all.

At midnight I called Charlene. She wouldn't say anything about Jim, but came
straight over. She took me out to her car and drove me off. We stopped at
Sylvia's house. She knocked on the door and Sylvia and her husband came out.
Apparently we had awakened them. Sylvia and Charlene told me to strip. I looked
at Sylvia's husband nervously. He just watched.  Then Charlene walked up to me
and brought her face close to mine. She touched my lips with hers. I felt hands
on my body, taking off my clothes and was nude in seconds. I knelt when they told
me to and then the man stepped in front of me and got out his cock. Sylvia told
me to suck it.

I've been here at Sylvia's and Craig's ever since. I seem to spend whole evenings
with Craig's cock down my throat. I never see Charlene. I did see Jim once, going
into our old house with that woman I'd seen him with.